The White King

In my life I am the white king.

 

I am the agressor in most situations. I don't try to be I just am.

 

I make mean spirited jokes about my friends to their faces on instinct as if a misanthropic wizard enchanted my tounge, 

 

Merciless in friendly games and treating people like puzzles to be figured out. To be manipulated.

 

What I've learned in life is that if you're not on the offensive then you must be prepared to defend.

 

If there is anything I would change about myself, I would play black instead,

 

I would give people the chance to prove my suspicions wrong. To prove that I won't be hurt if I'm not the one to make the first move.

 

 

 

 

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